leaf, carved and polished with all the perfection of a cameo."

This interesting monument of the arts and mythology of Greece, the traveller wished to procure for the university of which he was a member. At length he obtained permission, and accomplished its removal; after encountering many difficulties, some of which arose from the great unwillingness of the inhabitants to part with a statue, which they fondly imagined to be the guardian of the fertility of their fields; as though ignorant of Him "who watereth the hills from his chambers, and causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man."

The poor Eleusinians parted with their goddess with great reluctance, predicting the wreck of the vessel which should convey it. "It is a curious circumstance," adds Dr. C. "that this augury was fulfilled in the loss of the Princessa merchantman, off Beachy Head, having the statue on board."

This valuable relic of antiquity was, however, rescued from destruction; and after all its perilous adventures by sea and land, was deposited in safety at Cambridge, where it is now to be seen.

Rosa tomentosa.

Wild Briar.

Dog Rose.

Icosandria Polygynia.

Stem smooth, with two alternate hooked prickles between each knot. Leaf-stalks with hooked prickles. Leaves sharpish, bare of hairs on each side. Floral-leaves two, opposite, fringed. Leafits two or three pair, with an odd one, pointing downwards. Calyx segments two furnished with long teeth on both edges, two without, and the fifth with teeth on one edge. Petals red, sometimes nearly white; with two lobes, one lobe larger than the other.

A perfumed water may be distilled from the blossoms. The pulp of the berries, beat up with sugar, makes the conserve of heps of the London Dispensary. Withering.

THE WILD BRIAR.

THE Woods are stripped by the wintry winds,
And faded the flowers that bloomed on the lea;
But one lingering gem the wanderer finds,
"Tis the ruby fruit of the wild-briar tree.

When the spring came forth in her May-day mood, Methought 'twas a beautiful sight to see,

'Mid the bursting buds by the zephyr wooed, The green leafy sprays of the wild-briar tree.

When the sunbeams shone with a warmer glow,
And the honied bells were sipped by the bee,
Could the woodlands a lovelier garland show,

Than the wreath that hung on the wild-briar tree.

But the hours speed on; and Time, as he flies,
Over the valleys breathes witheringly;

And the fairest chaplet of summer dies,

And blossomless now is the wild-briar tree;

The strong have bowed down, the beauteous are dead; The blast through the forest sighs mournfully;

And bared is full many a lofty head;

But there's fruit on the lowly wild-briar tree.

It has cheered yon bird, that, with with gentle swell, Sings, "What are the gaudy flowers to me?

For here will I build my nest, and dwell

By the simple, faithful, wild-briar tree.”